Sam POV

The phone rings late at night. I do not recognize the number. Sleepy, I yawn and answer, "Hello?"

"Is this Sam?" The voice answers.

"It is. Who is asking?" I ask.

The voice pauses before saying, "This is Meredith, we went on a date a couple months back."

I immediately remember her. She was a beautiful woman with blue eyes and curly hair. Worried she may be in trouble, I ask, "Are you ok?"

"Yes. I am fine Sam. I just called to say that I am pregnant." My breath hitches and my stomach twists into a knot.

My breath shakes. "Y-You're pregnant?" I was expecting a vampire, demon, or monster not a baby. My heart pounds against my chest. Did we use protection... yeah. I think we did. "Are you sure it is mine?" Anxiety swirls around me. I am not ready to be a dad. Who would even want me as a father? I doubt that I would be very good at it.

"To be completely honest, I don't know. There are several guys like you that could be the father," Meredith admits. What she says next startles me, "I was just calling as a courtesy. I do not expect you to actually come to me because the child has a possibility of being yours."

"Then why are you calling?" I ask confused.

"I called to let you know that I am having an abortion." My heart sinks. Did she just say she was going to get an abortion? I know that I should not be attached, but if that is my child, I do not want to get rid of it. After everything we have done for family, I would die before I gave up my child. It is an innocent life, it does not deserve to die. If it is not mine, I should mind my own business, but this could be my own flesh and blood. What type of father would I be if I just let her get rid of the baby without saying a thing?

"Wait! Is there any way we can do a DNA test?" I ask frantically as my heart tightens with fear.

"Sam."

"I don't want you to get rid of the baby, not if it is mine."

"Sam."

"I'd even raise it by myself if you don't want to be burdened with a child."

"Sam!" I stop rambling to let her speak. Calmly, she says, "I am getting an abortion. You can't tell me what to do. I don't even hardly know you, so don't think that I will put my life on hold just so you can have a child. It's real nice of you to offer to raise the baby, but I have already made up my mind. I am not ready to be a mom."

I am heartbroken at the thought of losing a child. "I am not ready to be a father, but I don't want my own flesh and blood to be taken away from me."

"I can't take away what you never had." The words sting. My throat clenches. "Sam. As I said, this was only a courtesy call. I am sorry." The line goes dead.

No. "Meredith? Meredith!" I call out. I try to redial the number, but no one answers. I throw the phone to the ground and run my hand through my bed head. This can't be happening. Think Sam. Think. What is a way to know if that child is mine?

Cas!

I call Cas and he appears in front of me. "Cas?"

"Yes, Sam. You called." Cas' voice is as flat as ever.

"Can you tell if someone is going to have a kid?" I ask.

"Can I tell if someone is pregnant? Yes, I believe that is in the realm of my capabilities."

Shaking my head, I explain, "No. I mean can you tell if someone is going to become a father? Could you since the baby out in the world? Would you be able to tell someone if they have gotten a girl pregnant?"

"Can I since the father's presence in a baby long distance?"

Thinking about Castiel's wording, I answer, "Yes."

"Yes. I can do that." Castiel asks, "Why?"

Pointing to myself, I say, "Me. Tell me if you can sense a presence in the world that belongs to my child." Castiel reaches towards my nether regions. "Woh! What are you doing?"

Tilting his head, Castiel explains, "I am trying to get a sense of what essence your sperm emits, so I can find a child with a similar essence."

My skin crawls. "You can tell from a distance," I tell Castiel.

"Fine." Cas lowers his hand, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I wait as Cas closes his eyes, hopefully trying to since if Meredith is carrying my child. "I do sense a child of yours. It is unborn, but its essence is there."

A tear slips from the corner of my eye. Meredith is going to abort my child. My baby. I never thought I would get a chance to even think about having a child much less create one. In spite of everything, I managed to conceive a child with someone. A living little person nestled in Meredith's womb. The thought of having family other than Dean and Mom right now seems unreal, yet it is true. Once again, I think about my capabilities as a father, I would not be the best one on the planet, but I would not be the worst one either. It is worth it to try. Dean raised me, I must have at least picked up something useful from him.

Looking Castiel dead in the eyes, I ask, "Where are they exactly."

I speed off in Dean's Impala towards Nevada. I need to get to Meredith as soon as possible. What if I don't make it? What if she gets rid of the baby before I arrive. I get to her work around noon. We met at the diner she works at, so I know she will be there for the lunch rush. Seeing Meredith, I run up to her.

"Sam?" She questions seeing me.

"I made it here as fast as I could," I reply. I am panting heavily, my chest is beating fast, and I am sweating out of nerves.

"Sam." She picks up dirty plates from the table she was clearing. "I have nothing to talk about with you."

"The baby," I say hopefully.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, she frowns. "I am sorry Sam. It's already been dealt with." Her hand slides off me as I gasp for air. My hopes disintegrate in front of my eyes as a weight settles on my heart

"I-Did you do it today," I croak, blinking back tears.

She nods.

I feel numb. My baby was alive last night. Just last night, Castiel since it's essence. Now, there is nothing. No baby.

My shoulders droop, and I get this sad angry expression. My nose scrunches up, my forehead creases, and tears gather in my eyes

"Are you alright Sam?" Meredith asks.

Swiping her hand away from me, I say, "leave me alone." My words are thick with grief. I can't stand it anymore, I run out of the diner and sit down in the driver's seat of the Impala and just weep. I do not care if I don't look strong or tough. I miss what I never had. I miss my baby!

I edited this chapter. This is the updated version.